Drink your heart out! [Russia, ALL!!!]

[Czech Republic]

Czech released Egypt so that she could look at the new bottles placed before them. They were very interesting indeed. Never had she laid eyes on drinks like these...and flavors? Bah! She was rather skeptical of such a thing. She had been forced to drink it as a pre-teen when she lived with Russia and knew the flavor well by now. She did not believe that the beverage could have a flavor as sweet at those.

Her curiosity took off as she grabbed one of the bottles looking at it seeing that it was watermelon...Without even asking she took off the top of the bottle and inhailed. It certainly smelled like watermelon...yet tickled her nose with the alchohol. Giving it one final look to placed it to her lips and took a large sip of it.

She pulled back as it slide down her throat her eyes wide in surprise. It really did taste delcious! It tasted so fruity something that she had never experienced with vodka before...she looked to Egypt and gave a large smile in joy.

"Egypt it tastesssss soooooo good!!" She said with a loud giggle.

[Egypt]

Egypt smiled softly to Czech.

"Yes... Watermelon Edge does indeed taste good." The Mediterranean nation looked the Russia, while gesturing to the flavored bottles of vodka.

"Would you like to try one, Russia?"

'I wonder if he has a preference...'

[Japan]

Japan watched as Egypt declined America's offer to join their team. Inwardly, he was disappointed at the loss of a potentially good ally, but outwardly he gave no indication to the decision other than a small nod. It was indeed unfortunate...though he did suppose that it was fair of the Mediterranean nation to join the opposing side. He wondered if anyone was keeping track of how many nations were on each team, but decided not to ask. It wasn't as though any of them were going to care much about numbers once they were all thoroughly drunk. Though he was personally not going to let it happen to him. With Russia as a bunkmate, he had no guarantee that he would be actually IN his bunk in the morning without his wits about him.

He tipped the bottle of beer back, finishing it and adding it to the rest of the empty bottles littering the floor. He hesitated, debating whether to take a third bottle or whether to simply call it a night. He was still exhausted, and the alcohol was only making it worse. Still, if he quit now, even on the grounds that he had work to do in the morning, the other team might never let America live it down (or in Russia's case, just him). Perhaps if Egypt had joined America's team, he could have left without much consequence to his own team. But since the other nation had joined Russia's side, his chances of leaving (or even not feeling guilty if he stood up to leave) were slim to none.

'I suppose I will simply have to continue to drink...'

Resigning himself to staying, he reached for his third beer and opened it. He paused before taking a swig, trying both to gauge how the others were faring and to pace himself. He watched Malaysia and Czech for a bit, noting how giggly the former seemed to be. By the looks of things, he would at least not be the first person out of the game, though he would certainly not be the last one drinking. His own team seemed to be doing all right, though it was difficult to tell with America just how badly off the other was. He had lost count of the amount of drinks consumed by everyone, and with another inaudible sigh, he started into his third beer and did his best to ignore the buzzing protests of his exhausted mind.

[Egypt]

Egypt watched the others closely, felling some how responsible for everyone seeing as he was by far the most sober out off the entire group. He noticed how Japan seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.

"I think it would be most unwise for any of the medics or scientists to get inebriated... don't you agree Japan?"
The Mediterranean nation though about it for a moment then spoke again.
"Honestly I don't think any of us should get inebriated because a hoard could show up at any moment."

With that stated he collected his unopened bottles of alcohol and put them back in his bag. Standing up and stretching, Egypt looked at the clock hanging on the wall.

"And besides, you all have been drinking beer and vodka for nearly 2 hours now... I think I'm going to call it a night.... Good Night everyone."

Egypt walked out of the room and made his way back to his bunk.

(Sorry for suddenly jumping ship on this tread but I have like zero inspiration for this thread anymore... D: )